I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47844 | 2019-02-18 23:30:08 | 86.57 | 98% |
| 41455 | 2018-05-03 15:53:39 | 87.87 | 98% |
| 36606 | 2018-03-26 02:24:10 | 106.15 | 100% |
| 33836 | 2018-03-07 06:43:48 | 69.06 | 96% |
| 31294 | 2018-02-07 03:54:20 | 80.46 | 97% |
| 27208 | 2018-01-09 21:46:56 | 81.91 | 97% |
| 26255 | 2017-12-31 15:15:07 | 98.33 | 99% |
| 24560 | 2017-12-08 00:51:10 | 56.25 | 98% |
| 17708 | 2017-10-27 19:14:13 | 81.22 | 97% |
| 17354 | 2017-10-25 15:44:37 | 87.76 | 99% |
| 15727 | 2017-10-12 04:40:43 | 80.31 | 98% |
| 6663 | 2017-08-09 09:18:21 | 61.83 | 96% |
| 5371 | 2017-07-06 10:33:23 | 62.82 | 97% |
| 2621 | 2017-06-09 07:17:21 | 57.63 | 98% |
| 1927 | 2017-05-30 01:56:59 | 49.82 | 92% |